Two possibilities on the open field awaiting development on Kallang Road, just past the river. The traffic chap usually stood roadside monitoring buses, presumably. Occasionally he gave little waves or nods to the passing drivers. White shirt, navy trousers & cap; sometimes jacketed. Years ago he would have been proud of the uniform; the earlier generation at least. Either he was wanting to dry his jacket from the sweat, or else preparing for prayer. Roadside at work he kept beneath the thin shade of the rain trees. Here though he had come away from the footpath and was spreading his jacket in the full beam of the noonday sun. Lunch hour fetching 1pm; fetching the prayer time. Cloudless, hot and sticky. Appealing to the almighty should occur not in the shadows, but in the full, open light. That was the tentative guess. The bus passed by too rapidly.
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